It is Christmas time, Cheeku, and you are so much with me. Do you remember how we would sometime go to Cheryl aunty’s church on 24th night? And then on Christmas go to Vijai uncle’s place and then to the Vickers’ and eat lots and lots of rum cake? You must be preparing Santa for his journey across the world and laughing at all the silly things that tickled your funny bone!
For I know this is how you would want us to remember you……….
Mostly, I would like to be remembered
As someone who was passionate for life.
The days of unsought ecstasies are numbered,
However long we linger in the light.
I was one who cultivated wonder,
Less of one contented to explain,
Gifts I had aplenty: Some I savored,
Others sacrificed for others’ needs.
Remember me as someone who was favored,
Despite constraints, to tumble in the leads,
Ocean to what winds I could not be,
Nightrider through what worlds I could not see.
Love you and miss you,
Dad